Duty
and honor. Familial order.A
patriarchal, sordid atmosphere.The
picture on the television clear.A
mutant fame found in the video games.National
decisions.Where
the future would be giveninto
the hands of someone else again.He
watched the newsand
read the stories in the papers.Systematically,
he ordered everything.Caught
within the loopsof
those electrified machines.Obsessed
by ancient ways and meansthat
turned into more acid rain.Ignoring
the reports that told him so.It
used to make him feel so safe.But
now his heart began to race.The
doctor's diagnosis claiming stress.There
were no answers waitingin
the mass of information he received.He
felt as if he had become diseased.There
was no cure. That was the lure.Indentured
within their unfeeling care.To
extricate himself would seem extreme.Like
falling into other, unknown dreams.And
so he stayed his every urge to move.Like
an old record stuck within the same old groove.Repeating
repetitions of the same...